fukasetsu wrote:Lately I've been "obsessed" with certain inquiries (I have these periods)So every morning when I wake up I just stay seated in bed for a hour or so and ask;"where is this character prior to its appearance?" (or something of the like)

Dark womb of Nothingness.

Today, these words, this house, these cats, I feel at home.Ten years ago, that town, that girl, I felt at homeTwenty years ago, that house, those parents, I felt at home.Before I was born, I was at home everywhere, for that house, I am.

"What is inherent in you is presently active and presently functioning, and need not be sought after, need not be put in order, need not be practiced or proven. All that is required is to trust it once and for all."- Foyan, Instant Zen, pg. 23

How vain it is to have loved,not to posess a person as if they were your ownbody, or in love for them to be part of yours,but wantinga sacrifice a bond of mutual concern,which will only be frustrated. And solikewise, sexual love itself,being only a peculiar relation of having hadsomeone, is meaningless.Neither unity can be established:better to create a sense of the worldin terms of its resolution in death,than what is soon to die.

The grass whispers with morning dew,as I reflect on myself, sat here unobscured.

Past and future are cut offA spark within the mudane,the feeling of my body as it comportsaround itself and the clutter in my room.This LIFE, this long dynamism...spend it afraid of solitude, and grieve for death;be like clouds about to break into song. The morning dew lies heavy in wet air,and the day stretches out, mine alone.

the vacant space where things appearcannot know itself, cannot see itselfin this is its power, birthing things, and usno border between it and all the restthe counterpoise to all things, of equal weightjust changing the direction of one's looking changes every thing constant returning, looking away from things gives them lifelooking into things gives impetus to look awaynothing is really happening, no upward spiral dances dynamics where nothing is at stake, yet real life depends on it alonecontradictions that don't annul each other, yet coexisttension, with easedanger, with redemption

(A poem I scribed few days ago during the first round of a poetry slam in our little city and then sacrificed before the second round. We might say, a birthday poem. Comments of any sort very welcome as it is still work in progress. Thanks!)

As the great Zen master said:"When you meet a Buddha on the roadwhen you meet the Great Awakened Onekill the Buddha!

When you meet a Bodhisattva on the roadwhen you meet the Great Compassionate Onekill the Bodhisattva!

When you meet an Arahat on the roadwhen you meet the Great Sage kill the Arahat!

And then feed their flesh to dogs!"

One might wonder why the great Zen master himself a great Buddhist sage truly a Bodhisattva in flesh tells us to kill the Buddha.What does it really mean?

I think, it is all about ideas:Once the idea of the divine appears the idea of profane arises with it. Once we construe the concept of good many things seem evil.Once we think something's special ordinary things spring to life

In itself, nothing wrong about it but it comes with a price.For confusing paintings of sky for real windows and doors we splash against the walls of a maze. And dreaming about the calm moonlike moths we burn in hot flames

Even the Buddhas and sages are sometimes stuck like this

So, if you meet the Buddha on the road kill the idea of the Great Awakening abandon the idea of the Great Compassion never mind the concept of sainthood, too for true sages don't need prostrations offerings and monuments we erect only to please ourselves

What we all need is the same good friends and some food or a beer

But what if you meet a dog on the road?

It's not really that much different than meeting a great Bodhisattva. Take him home, embrace him, feed himlead him on a roam through sand and surf

Right there and right then Buddhas walking greeting morning sunlight sifting though the clouds

Wakeful at sleepless nights.No alibies.Tryin'a find a way.And who can say?

Reflection on the road.Construction to be told.Death to leave away.And who can say nay [I challenge the gods]

Honor has gone before.My lady at the door.Searching for a way.And then go play. [I was under torture and decended from the devas heaven to the inmates of hell in an instant for 3 years. Because I have Asperger.]

With the garden tools I gave today, planting a flower for yesterday, doing what she fuckings/really wants and who can say nay...

Peace

- Don't be thankful to be righteous. Be righteous to be thankful.- Shia: "We are the friends/owners of proof, wherever it bends we bend."- Imam Hussein was once asked: what is affluence? He said : Decreasing your wishes , and being satisfied with what is enough for you.”